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OOM: Unbreakable

The studio had been nice and it's easy to sleep anywhere when you're with someone you care about. Still, it's nice to be home and be able to clean up properly. Ramon's heading to the bathroom to shower and shave, his thoughts turning towards coffee and lazing about - maybe doing a bit of paperwork later, maybe not. He's tired, but happily so. He wouldn't have thought it possible, so soon after their seperation, for he and Random to settle back into such a rhythm. He's not complaining, obviously. It's nice to be able to believe that the time spent apart hasn't damaged them as badly as he feared it might.

Which isn't to say things are perfect. For example, while it's nice to spend all their time in bed (if exhausting), Ramon can't pretend to himself that it's simply a matter of lust. But it doesn't matter. They're not going to be apart again. He knows it, and that's good enough for him.

Something feels a little off today though, but he can't put his finger on what. Maybe it's just that the hot weather on Haven has broken a little and the green sky outside is a touch overcast. Still, it niggles at him and continues to do so as he takes a hot shower, then a cold one to wake himself up. Ten minutes later, he's wearing only jeans and standing in front of the bathroom mirror, shaving carefully. And that's when he notices what's different.

It's a ring.

He's wearing a ring.

He'd always worn one, actually, until he was put in prison. But this is not a gold one with a black stone, worn on the little finger of his right hand. No, this is quite different.

This is a

(wedding ring)

thin gold band, and it's on the fourth finger of his left hand.

He's frozen in place for minutes. Literally minutes. And then he...well, he swallows, and notices that even under the shaving foam and his tan, his face is a little white. But he finishes what he's doing because he can't cope with this situation with half a stubbly face. He needs time to think.

I'm wearing a wedding ring.

...why the hell didn't he tell me?

Because there's only one person it could have come from, of course. This is not the same ring he wore briefly when he was officially married. That had been large, thick. Practically a signet ring. But this one is thin, gold, understated.

He finishes what he's doing, managing to cut himself rather spectacularly in the process because he can't take his eyes off the thing.

'Fuck!'

But it's OK, really. Because, for whatever reason, Random's given him a ring that'll tell the world he's off the market. And he doesn't mind at all.

He's smiling as he leaves the bathroom, holding a wad of tissue to his chin. With his right hand, because he's still looking at his left. It almost feels heavier, now he's noticed it - but a good way. He toys at it with his thumb, twisting it, getting used to it. Because he's not taking it off.

Not ever.

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"Really?"

Random gives him the sunny sort of smile that means 'hearing that means the world to me' and a slow kiss.

"Do you remember asking me to move in?"

'Mmm, really.'

It's a nice kiss.

'Moving in. When I was in the cells? Yeah, I remember, I think.'

Vaguely. His head had been a bit full of things at the time.

'I think I kind of sprung it on you out of nowhere and for a while I thought you were going to freak out and run.'

"I almost did."

He kisses him again, because he likes it too.

"You were so delightfully earnest. It was just sort of 'I want you with me.'"

Ramon has the grace to look somewhat bashful. As much as he can ever pull off that expression anyway.

'Yeah. Well. I wasn't myself at the time. But I meant it. And if that curse hadn't happened, I might never have said it.'

Another kiss, just as sweet.

'So it was worth it, just for that.'

"Really?"

That's quite something, that Ramon would say that. Would mean that. That was a mean curse.

"I don't think I'd have been able to stay with you if it weren't for that, either."

'If I hadn't asked you to move in with me?'

He does mean it. It was the worst thing he's ever experienced, but something wonderful came out of it. If it weren't for that enchantment, chances are he would have buggered up the whole relationship with his pride.

'I didn't think it was that big a deal.'

"Not the moving in. The way things went during the curse. Where we got so close together we'd listen to each other breathing for the sake of it. Where I got to see that you were a little bit human. That I got to take care of you."

He rests his cheek against Ramon's.

"I think that's when we became us."

'Just a little bit human?'

He laughs, but quietly, because they're cheek to cheek and that sort of quiet intimacy shouldn't be broken.

'You didn't think I was before that?'

"You were a Risk. Something I shouldn't be doing. Something I shouldn't like so much. Something I shouldn't care about."

He sighs, and is glad they can talk like this.

"And then I started seeing you and why you maybe needed to have someone fall head over heels in love with you."

He doesn't pull his head back to look at him because it's too nice to ruin, lying close like this. But if he did, his expresion would be very confused. But a little bit amused as well.

'You think I needed that? I don't get it.'

"When you were in the cells? With everyone hating you and your own memories killing you?"

He sighs, and his breath shifts the hair on the back of Ramon's neck, the side of his head.

"I think you needed me."

'...yeah. I did.'

He says it quietly and follows it with a soft kiss to his jaw. He really had needed him.

'I probably would have killed myself if it weren't for you. It was bad.'

So bad he tries to never ever think about it now. But this is OK. He has Random, so everything's alright.

"And that's when you started being you and not just this thing that had happened to me."

A small nip to Ramon's ear.

"I'm glad I was there."

'm'glad you were too.'

He surprised to find he doesn't feel uncomfortable about saying these things. He usually does, a little. But today? No. Random gave him a ring and that means something.

'Don't know what I'd do without you. Need you now, too.'

"I know. So do I."

He sighs again, then turns his mouth so it doesn't tickle.

"I know there are times I wouldn't have got through if it weren't for you."

Ramon starts stroking through the hair at the back of his head, the other traces the curve of his shoulder blade on his back. It's nice to touch for no other reason than you want to.

'There were? Tell me.'

He smiles cheekily.

'I hear of so few times when I've actually helped someone with something.'

Which is true, but he's not going to pretend that it bothers him.

"When Martin first came. It shook me up really badly."

He closes his eyes and stays close.

"When I found out about Mary Anne. And sometimes in the night.

I don't tell you, but I wake up and look at you and know if I were alone I'd start sobbing."

He hadn't known that. Hadn't even suspected. He does pull back now but leaves his hands on him, holding him carefully.

'...why?'

He never wants Random to cry again. Ever. Wants to protect him, always.

"I just get lonely, sometimes."

He smiles, weakly.

"But not any more, you know? It's not that I'm sad. I just know if it were just me, things would be bad. But because you're here, it's not? You save me from things in the dark."

Ramon looks at his eyes, the weak smile, and finds himself remembering Random's soul. The cracks in it, the hurt. He was determined then to not add to them and now he's wondering if it's possible to make them go away. Because even this small bit of information is hard to hear.

'You get lonely? Or did?'

He draws him to him, wrapping his arms round him completely, twining their legs, chest to chest, heart to heart.

'Not any more.. You're not alone any more, OK? You have me.'

He's short, so his nose ends up in Ramon's shoulder. A slight shift, and he can just press his face there, breathe him in for the sheer comfort of it. Be held. Be safe.

"I have you. I know. I told you, I'd never had an immortal before? Sure, some races last longer than others, but you're as much a first for me as I am for you."

'And I'm glad you want to give it a try.'

He kisses the top of his head, still holding him. Loving him being this close.

'I wouldn't have bothered with extending my life if it weren't for you. I'm glad I have though. The more years we have together, the better.'

He can't imagine how painful it would be if he hadn't had the opportunity. To live, knowing that he'd soon be leaving Random behind. It would be - and had been - unbearable.

"I know that."

He closes his eyes, and just keeps breathing him in. That'll never get old. Never, ever.

"I can't wait. To live with you."

'We're already there, baby.'

Another kiss to his head, because that'll never get old either.

'We made it already. We're here.'

"I know, that's not it."

He smiles, against Ramon's skin.

"I mean to keep doing it. You know? I'm looking forwards to doing this, with you. To every second spent like this. To every bath I spend sitting between your legs, leaning back against your chest. To each breakfast one of us sets on fire."

OOM: Unbreakable

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